Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Freedom from my parents place was sweeter than I had imagined. I had two places to pick from on a whim, my own bedroom off in a rather private area of Mr. Robins’ house, or a cozy spot alongside Mr. Thatcher.

Though one thing that took some getting used to was the sting in my bottom. I took some of the pressure off it in my shiny new car by leaning over, my tits spilling out of my top as I unzipped Mr. Thatcher’s pants, letting that thick, meaty shaft pop out.

“Good girl,” he said, petting my hair, smiling down at me, fresh out of school, which I was free from now myself.

My belly was swollen, and I knew it was Mr. Robins or Mr. Thatcher’s baby within me. I knew it was careless to only have two fathers, but hey, like mother like daughter, right? At least they both were able to provide for me better than my dads, and now that I was pregnant, they let me suck them off whenever I wanted.

My breasts were so swollen, though, and rested against Mr. Thatcher’s thigh as I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes eagerly as I suckled.

He continued to pet my hair, that utter fondness for me coming through so clearly as he laid back in his seat and sighed. His thick shaft pulsated in my mouth, and I could taste some salty pre-cum spurt upon my tongue as it swirled about his bulging crown.

“Fuck that’s good,” he remarked in a deep, throaty voice, so laced with pleasure. How I loved making my teacher say such terrible things! “Haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about your sweet lips on my dick all day at work.”

And I rewarded him with a little swirl, my tongue tracing along the veins of his cock as they throbbed against my tongue. Sometimes I spent so long sucking him off, my jaw would be sore for days.

But in a seedy little tryst in my car?

Oh, I worked fast, bobbing up and down so eagerly, even as my tits hung, laden with milk, and my pregnant belly got in the way.

That strong hand of his though swept back from her hair, down over my body, feeling out the bulge of my belly where our child-to-be lay, then on up to cup one of my breasts. Those hard fingers sinking into that milk-engorged breast flesh and squeezing enough to make me whimper and groan around his dick.

He was insatiable for me, and though he was the gentler of the two, that sometimes led him to be a little rough with me. Especially with me so far along, and his desire having not abated even a little.

But I was grateful, because honestly, this pregnancy was making me hornier than anything, and even the pain and discomfort thrilled me as I worked up and down that shaft with such pleasure. Even after all these months, I still loved being able to suck his cock, knocked up or not.

Bringing such deep, satisfied moans out of my teacher’s lips was such a thrill too, all those little schoolgirl fascinations brought to life as I turned my respected principal and teacher into moaning perverts that just couldn’t get enough of me.

The lewd bulge of Mr. Thatcher’s dick in my mouth forced my jaw wider, straining my ability to hold him there without my teeth getting in the way. He was a big man, but I had gotten better at taking him, sucking him off, and my fingers went down around his balls to gently fondle them as he pulled my tit from my top to tease and tug at my nipple.

I was no less a wanton slut, six months pregnant, than I had been the first time I’d lost my virginity to my teacher and principal. Now I was just more skilled, and much curvier.

I could still feel the gooey slickness of Mr. Robins cum dribble from my bare slit beneath my skirt, running onto the leather car seat. It’d make a mess, but my two men always looked after that, eventually. All I had to think about was how delightful it was to receive their cum, again and again, even when my body was ripe and pregnant, and they were waiting for the next time to knock me up.

Lynn’s Fertile First Time

Book Themes:

M/F/M Sex, Breeding, Impregnating Creampies, Virginity Loss, and Alcohol

Word Count:

6,289

For so long, I’d been dreading the moment I turned eighteen. I knew what was expected of the women of the town, the best ways to get ahead in life, but they never felt like they were what I should do. Looking for multiple men, so many potential fathers for my child... I wanted something more.

On our island, a woman slept with multiple men, so that when her children were born, they were all the father. And each took some responsibility in helping love and raise those kids. It was a terrifying prospect!

And since I’d turned eighteen last month, my mother has really been ratcheting it up a few notches, wondering when I was finally going to give my fertile body to the powerful and caring men of the town.

But I was still scared.

Until I saw him. I’d never seen him before, which was saying something, in a town my size. He’d just moved here from somewhere else, and had moved into an apartment with his cousin, Jordan, who I’d known when I was a kid but we never really spoke.

The new guy, though, looked like he’d just walked off the pages of a magazine.

I was too nervous to approach him, but thankfully, I didn’t have to. Unfortunately, it was because his German Shepherd leapt up to give me kisses and instead made me topple into the grass of the dog park, my green skirt flying up and the large paw print pressed into my white blouse.

It was hard to laugh it off with how much I was blushing, especially when I saw him looming over me, trying to calm his dog down.